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Too Close	By : Sasunarufan13 Category: Harry Potter > Slash - Male/Male > Harry/Draco Views: 6387 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Chapter List
- 5
- 6
- 7
Author's note: I'm tired as hell and stressed out beyond what's normal due to my exams, but I have to say, guys, that your reviews always make me smile. It's really good to see that my story is being liked :)
Thanks to the following reviewers: starr and djaddict
Warnings: suspense; violence; violence towards a pregnant person; blood; wounds; forced birth; life threatening situation; darkish Draco? Not sure how to name that, considering he has his reasons. I think those are the most important warnings.
I hope you'll like this chapter!

Chapter 6
"Your arm is healed now, Harry. Looks like the wound wasn't that deep; you must have a very good protective spirit with you," Luna told him solemnly and retracted her wand.
Harry bent his arm, feeling the freshly healed wound twinge a bit. "Thank you, Luna," he murmured and tried to ignore the way his arms kept trembling.
"And the baby? Is everything all right with him?" Draco demanded to know and his hands felt heavy on Harry's shoulders.
Teddy was hovering near the doorway, his eyes filled with worry and apprehension.
"Yes, don't worry," Luna murmured, gently waving her wand over Harry's stomach. "He's just a bit startled, but nothing is wrong with him."
"Thank Merlin," Draco muttered and Harry could practically feel the tension bleeding out of his body.
Kingsley stepped forwards; a heavy frown etched onto his forehead. "Can we talk, Potter?"
Harry nodded silently and glanced at Teddy; this wasn't exactly a conversation suitable for a child.
"Teddy, why don't you show me your new kitten? Harry told me it's adorable," Luna suddenly spoke up and after pocketing her wand, she casually wandered over to the young boy, who looked quite confused but acquiesced.
As soon as the door fell shut behind them, Harry turned back to Kingsley. "I don't know how she managed to find this house. I think it might have just been coincidence."
"Coincidence or not, the fact remains that the killer now knows you are pregnant," Kingsley retorted and crossed his arms. "Tell me what happened."
"I was throwing away some garbage when I heard a sound in the back of the garden," Harry started and rubbed absentmindedly over his healed arm. "When I approached the trees, I saw someone in robes just behind the wards. There was blood on the robes, so I thought the person was hurt. Just when I left the wards, she attacked me with a knife and tried to follow me back into the wards, but the magic stopped her and she fled."
"Did you manage to see her face?" Draco asked urgently.
Harry shook his head, biting his lip. "No, she kept her hood on the entire time."
"You said there was blood on her robes," Kingsley started, but was interrupted by a Patronus in the form of an eagle. He turned to address it. "Yes?"
It turned out to be the Patronus of Abigail. "Sir, we have just received news that a new body has been found in West Ham Park. Someone who works in the park found him."
"That's close to our house," Draco murmured alarmed.
"That explains the blood on the robes," Kingsley said grimly and told the patiently waiting eagle Patronus, "I'll be right there."
"Shall I come with you, sir?" Draco asked, though the reluctance in his voice was apparent.
"No, no need. You stay here with Potter. I'll brief you tomorrow," Kingsley told him and nodded towards Harry. "Take care, Potter, and be extra careful." Hastily he left the house to Apparate to the new crime scene.
"I can't believe you were this close to the killer." Draco shuddered and walked over to the fireplace, looking very pale. "Why did you not stay inside the wards?"
Harry swallowed, berating himself for being so stupid. "I don't know; I just thought that she had been attacked and was too afraid to come near me. Before I realised it, I had left the wards and she attacked me."
"And you're certain it's her?" Draco grimaced.
A hollow laugh escaped Harry's throat. "She was aiming for my stomach, Draco. I doubt that it was just a random person trying to attack me."
"How does the killer know you're pregnant, though? Not many people know about it," Draco pressed and his fingers tightened in his sleeve. "Or was it just a lucky guess of her? She was running away from the crime and landed behind our house and heard you?"
"I'm not certain," Harry admitted. "I somehow doubt it was just a lucky guess of her. The way she tried to catch my attention by making sounds feels too … deliberate. As if she already knew I was pregnant before I came near her and she was just trying to coax me."
"If she already knew about it, then the question remains how did she find out?" Draco furrowed his eyebrows. "The only ones who currently know that you are expecting are our family, Weasley, Granger, Lovegood, Shacklebolt and that Healer, Thompson. Do you think one of them is the killer?"
"I very much doubt Kingsley is behind this," Harry told him dryly. "Or our family or Ron and Hermione. None of them have blond hair."
"Lovegood does," Draco said softly; his eyes glinting with an odd intent.
"Luna is not behind this," Harry said sharply and glowered. "She would never do such a thing!"
"Then who else? We know that our killer is a woman and has blonde hair! Apparently she also knows that you're pregnant – the only one who fits that description is Lovegood!" Draco snapped, straightening his back.
"Are you seriously suspecting Luna of being the killer?" Harry asked incredulously. "Damn it, Draco, use your common sense! Luna isn't capable of killing someone!"
"How would you know …"
"I'll let you see my mind, Draco, if that would set you at ease," Luna's soft, dreamy voice broke into their argument and they whipped their heads around to stare at her.
"What?" Draco said shocked, blinking.
"You can look at my mind," Luna repeated and walked further into the room. "I have nothing to hide. I know how protective you are of Harry – just like unicorn fathers by the way – so if you need to look at my mind to be set at ease, I don't mind." Her gentle smile never wavered; she didn't seem upset at all that she had just been accused of being a coldblooded murderer.
"How many killers are willing to let someone use Legilimency on them, hm, Draco?" Harry couldn't help but snidely ask.
Draco deflated like a balloon and he rubbed tiredly over his face. "No, it's fine; I believe you," he replied exhausted.
Luna cocked her head. "You're sure?"
"Yes, I'm sure."
She nodded; her smile turning serene. "Okay. Dagda would have known if I had been a bad person," she told them solemnly. "Cats have a special sense for that, you know."
"Where is Teddy, Luna?" Harry asked, having taken notice of the fact that his godson was absent.
"I've given him some of the food you had prepared; he was hungry," Luna answered and twirled a blonde lock around her finger. "And we can't have the Spimkes feeding on his hunger. Not very nice creatures to have in your home."
"I'm sure of that," Harry murmured; the corners of his mouth twitching in a faint smile.
"I'll be going now then," she announced with a bright smile. "I'll see you next month for your next check-up, Harry!"
"This is starting to become very dangerous," Draco murmured once they heard the front door close behind the humming woman.
Harry sighed and stood up, biting back a groan when his back protested. "You do have a point, though. It has to be someone who knows I'm pregnant, but everyone we told either don't fit the description or just aren't capable of murdering someone."
"Maybe it's not someone who knows us personally," Draco said slowly, tapping a finger against his chin. "Maybe someone overheard us when we were in the hospital or managed to look at your file."
"You mean, the killer is someone who was either present in the hospital during our visits or works at the hospital?" Harry asked, mostly musing to himself.
That shed a whole new light on the case. The doors had been closed during their visits and wards were in place to assure that nobody could listen in on conversations, so it couldn't have been someone who had been visiting someone in the hospital. In other words, it had to be someone who had access to his file; was the one they were searching a Healer or a Mediwitch?
"A Healer or a Mediwitch," Draco confirmed his musings and looked faintly sick. "I can't believe we never took into consideration the way the cuts are made. How could we have not noticed that they were made by an expert?"
"Mostly because all Healers and Mediwizards and – witches take an oath to never harm another person, unless in self-defence," Harry murmured. It was the perfect way of remaining undetected: who would ever suspect a person who had taken an oath on their magic to never harm another being?
"But they take an oath on their magic," Draco remarked what Harry had been thinking. "How is that woman able to kill nine people without her magic acting against her?"
"Maybe the decay of her magic is sustained by something else?" Harry suggested, trying to recall everything he had read about taking an oath on magic. He had researched that particular branch of magic weeks before he and Draco had taken a Bonding Oath when they got married. Their magic wouldn't kill them, but it would severely punish them if they ever hurt the other one, be it emotionally or physically.
"Dark Arts?" Draco's eyes darkened.
"Most likely." Harry nodded with a grimace.
"I'll let the others know tomorrow that we will need to investigate the hospital," Draco murmured and crossed the room to Harry, wrapping his arms around the dark haired man. "Look, I know you don't like being cooped up, but please, promise me that you stay in the wards until the baby is born. I can't deal with another close call like today."
"I promise," Harry readily assured him, closing his own arms around Draco as much as he could with his belly pressed between them. This time he didn't even think of protesting about his unofficial house arrest. He had come way too close to dying today and he wasn't keen on reliving that moment.

The next month passed by without any uproar – both for Harry and the Aurors working on the serial killer case. Draco had informed the team of their suspicion that it had to be either a Healer or a Mediwitch and the team focused their attention on Saint Mungos – who weren't particularly happy that they were targeted now.

The middle of November already had snow falling down the sky like feathers, blanketing everything it touched, forming a white, cold carpet.
Teddy was with Snape the entire day for his lessons and Harry was finishing up the last preparations for the nursery. After straightening out the white blanket in the cot, he took a step back and surveyed the result of his handiwork.
Next to the large window – which could be covered by long, forest green curtains – a dark wooden wardrobe had been placed, already containing several rompers, trousers and sweaters. Three packs of diapers were placed on the bottom of the wardrobe. Next to the wardrobe was a table, made out of the same wood as the wardrobe, on which they could change and clean the baby. Against the left wall, a beautiful, summer sky blue bed was placed which had a large, wide bow tied around it. The mattress was soft, but firm at the same time and blankets in the colour of the midnight blue sky were waiting for the baby to sleep underneath them. Right across from the bed, a play cot was placed, which contained a soft, white blanket and had several toys lined against the side, including a dark teddy bear with a golden tie.
The walls had been painted a caramel brown and a broad, white line had been painted in the middle of the walls, on which painted unicorns and dragons were either leisurely walking around or flying. A rocking chair with several Comfort charms cast on it was standing in front of the window with a small blanket thrown over the rounded back.
The wooden floorboard was hidden underneath a plush, grass green carpet.
All in all, Harry was quite satisfied with the way the nursery had turned out. He could easily envision his baby sleeping in here and playing in his cot.
Crossing the room to look out of the window, he snatched the baby name book off the table and held it in his hand while his eyes glided over the seemingly infinite white blanket outside. Maybe they would have a white Christmas again this year; Teddy would be very happy about that.
A twinge of pain shooting up his back made him wince and rub his back firmly. With a cluck of his tongue, he sat down in the rocking chair and opened the name book on his lap. So far they hadn't chosen a name yet; Draco wanted to carry on the tradition of Greek names and while Harry had no problem with that, he was absolutely opposed to calling their son 'Hyperion'. What kind of name was that even? Shaking his head, he flipped through the book until he landed on the section with the Greek names and started reading through it, hoping he would find a name that they could both agree on for their son.
A knock on the door made him startle and look up. "Draco? What are you doing here already?" Harry asked amazed after throwing a quick glance at his watch. Barely three p.m. Even Teddy wasn't home yet.
The blond smiled and approached him; his Auror robes hanging over his arm. "Shacklebolt told us to go home sooner," he explained and bent down to sit on his knees in front of Harry. He dropped his robes on the floor and with a sigh of contentment, he placed both his hands on Harry's sides and put his ear against Harry's belly. "Merlin, I missed you today. And the little one as well." He kissed the top of his belly and their son pressed back with his fist, making his stomach ripple faintly.
"Not that I mind, but why did he order that?" Harry asked curiously and put his hand on Draco's hair, scratching his scalp lightly.
A grim, but satisfied smirk bloomed up on Draco's face, making Harry pause the scratching. "We don't have her in custody yet, but we do know who the serial killer is," Draco informed him triumphantly.
"Wait, what? Seriously? Who is it? How did you find out?" Harry demanded to know and he straightened his back. They had finally discovered the killer's identity?
"We first asked which people had access to the files belonging to the obstetrics department and it took us a while to get that information, because of course Saint Mungos didn't want to cooperate initially." Draco rolled his eyes and his right hand shifted from Harry's side to the top of his belly, caressing it slowly. "We had to finally threaten them with obstruction of justice before they agreed to give us the list of names. After that it was easy to narrow it down. There are three blonde women working in that department: two Healers and one Mediwitch. Did you know that the hospital keeps samples of the blood of each of their employees?"
Harry shook his head, his eyes widening.
"We matched the three samples with the little blood we managed to scrape from underneath one of the victim's fingernails and it turns out that our killer is a thirty-two year old Mediwitch named Eilis O Conn," Draco continued and softly tapped Harry's stomach, smiling when their baby pushed back.
"If she isn't in custody, where is she now?" Harry asked apprehensively. It was good that they finally had a name to identity the serial killer, but he would only be really at ease if she was in Azkaban with a Dementor on her floor.
The blond scowled and pursed his lips. "This is where the bad news comes in: the bitch fled. Her superior hasn't seen her in two days and her apartment in Kennington is empty. The owner of the complex told us that she terminated her lease two days ago and he hasn't seen her since then."
"She probably knew we were closing in on her," Harry murmured and sighed. They were so close, but it still wasn't over yet.
"Most likely," Draco agreed and rose up to kiss Harry. "But we'll get her soon, I promise," he whispered against Harry's lips.
"I know; I trust you," Harry stated and returned the soft kiss. They broke apart after a couple of minutes and Harry gestured towards the book. "Care to assist me in choosing a name?"
"With pleasure," Draco grinned and soon they were immersed in a discussion about what would be a good name for their son.
It felt good to forget the lurking danger at least for a while.

With a couple more weeks to go before he would go into labour, Harry was starting to become anxious. Dragging the extra weight around was starting to become quite a hazard and he would really appreciate seeing his feet completely again without his big belly constructing his view. Not to mention his swollen ankles and aching back. Plus you know, not feeling like a whale would be splendid as well, though Draco kept reassuring him he wasn't that fat and "Really, Harry, you still look gorgeous. How could I ever think you're ugly when you're carrying my child?". The reassurance was appreciated, but it still didn't take away the fact that Harry felt bloated and on the verge of exploding.
The baby had less space to move as well, but somehow he still managed to give some harsh kicks – mostly when Harry was attempting to sleep. Their son just loved interrupting his sleep various times throughout the night; mostly by kicking against his bladder, assuring that Harry needed to get up before he risked wetting the bed.
Having a weak bladder was something he definitely was not going to miss.

On the fifth of December, Harry was helping Teddy with creating Christmas cards for their family and friends. The young boy insisted on sending handmade cards and Harry had no reason to protest against that; it was a fun way to pass the time and do something with his godson. Teddy understood that Harry couldn't do a lot of things with him anymore since his belly had started to really grow, but Harry knew that Teddy would love to go flying with him. His godson didn't voice that longing, but it was there in the way he looked at their brooms. Until the baby was born, though, there would be no flying for Harry.
"When will my brother be here, Uncle Harry?" Teddy asked; his tongue peeked out between his lips in his concentration to stick the golden star just right on the card.
"Luna estimates he'll be here near the end of December," Harry replied and stuck a finished card in a green envelope. That one would go to Andromeda. "But babies can't be put on a fixed schedule, so it could be earlier than that or later."
"I can't wait to finally see him!" Teddy exclaimed and beamed when he managed to stick the star on the card in the way he wanted.
Harry chuckled and turned his head when he heard the door opening. "Draco?"
Draco looked tense and quite grim and he beckoned Harry to come closer.
A frown marring his face, Harry stood up and put a hand on the table to balance himself. "I'll be right back, Teddy," he told the young boy and walked over to Draco. "What's wrong?"
"Shacklebolt just sent a Patronus," Draco murmured, casting a wary glance at Teddy, who was oblivious to their conversation, humming to himself. "They found O Conn's hiding place; I need to leave now."
Harry took a deep breath, his heart beating quicker at the unexpected news, and nodded. "Okay, be careful," he told the blond and leant forwards to press a firm kiss against his lips. "I don't want to see the hospital again until I need to deliver our son, understood?"
"I'll be careful," Draco promised him, quirking an odd smile. He cupped Harry's belly with one hand, his thumb stroking the side, and pressed another insistent kiss on Harry's mouth. "I love you."
"I love you too," Harry whispered and watched with hooded eyes how Draco swung his robes around his shoulders and marched downstairs to Apparate. A feeling of unsettlement burned in his stomach and he placed his hand on top of his belly, still feeling the imprint of Draco's hand on him. He didn't like this sense of foreboding that was growing inside him. Shaking his head, he told himself not to be ridiculous. Draco would be fine; of all the Aurors currently present he was probably one of the strongest and most clever one. He would return in one piece; there was no need to worry about him. They had had more dangerous missions in the past and they always had survived those.
Yes, he was just being silly, he reassured himself and made his way back to Teddy. He ignored the way his stomach cramped up with nerves.

Draco had been gone for an hour when a tingle in the back of his mind made Harry aware that something was wrong. Furrowing his eyebrows, he raised his head and remained still, trying to figure out what was making his senses scream in danger.
There.
Ice water seemed to fill his vein and made him freeze up in his chair. Someone had brought down part of the wards near the right side of their house. Someone was trying to enter his house.
Alarmed he shot up and grabbed his wand from the table, forcing the panic down. It wouldn't do to let his mind be clouded with panic now; he needed a clear mind. He connected his magic briefly to the magic lines coursing through the building and tried to figure out whether he could pick up the intentions of the person intruding.
The wave of intense hatred and rage made him nearly double and he gasped out loud. This was not good. Not good at all.
"Uncle Harry?" Teddy asked in a small voice; his eyes wide in fear.
He couldn't allow whoever it was to hurt Teddy. Placing his hands on Teddy's shoulders, he looked the boy straight into his eyes and said in an urgent tone, "Teddy, I need you to listen to me carefully now and do what I tell you to do, okay?"
Teddy nodded silently; his slender body tense with fear.
"I need you to hide out in Draco's wardrobe," Harry told him softly, keeping his senses open to track the intruder's progress. "The big one, all right? You need to close the door completely behind you and you can't come out until I either come to get you or you hear Draco coming into the room, understood? You have to be absolutely silent, baby."
"Wh-what are you going to do?" Teddy sniffled, his eyes watering.
"There is a bad person trying to break in and I'm going to stop them, but I need to know you're safe when I'm doing that," Harry told him. "So please, Moonlet, promise me you will stay in the closet until I come get you or you hear Draco."
"I promise," Teddy whispered, nodding quickly. His whole body had started to quake in fear.
"Good, now go!" Harry urged him on and after throwing one last panic filled look at his uncle – which tugged at Harry's heart – Teddy followed his orders and ran out of the room, up to the second floor where their bedroom was.
Taking a deep breath to steady himself, Harry's grip around his wand tightened and he gritted his teeth. Was it just coincidence that the moment Draco had left the house, a person had shown up who wanted to harm them? Either this person had one hell of a timing or they had been keeping watch on the house to see when Draco would leave. Not to mention: how on earth had they managed to disable part of the wards? Only the specialists at the Ministry knew how to deal with those wards and Harry would have recognized their magical signature if one of them had shown up here.
The creaking of the kitchen door opening made him stiffen. Whoever it was, had managed to get into the house.
Concentrating on his happiest memory – the day Draco had told him he loved him for the first time – he produced a Patronus. The stag regarded him solemnly; one of his hoofs scraping soundlessly against the floor.
"I need you to take this message to Draco," Harry told the stag and continued in a slightly wavering voice, "Draco, someone has disabled part of the wards and is in the house now. I need you to come here with back up immediately. I told Teddy to hide in your closet."
The stag bowed his majestic head and galloped off, right through the wall. Harry could only hope that his message would reach Draco on time.
Bracing himself after casting a Protection charm around his stomach, Harry made his way slowly downstairs, keeping track of the footsteps he could hear in the hallway.
The sense of foreboding had never been stronger.

When the stag Patronus appeared in front of him, Draco felt the first stirring of dread unfolding. The message Harry's Patronus carried, caused paralysing panic to wrap its ugly arms around him and he froze for a moment, desperately hoping that he had misheard.
"Malfoy?" Weasley regarded him warily; his face a pasty white, making the freckles decorating his face standing out violently.
The Auror team was staking out in a narrow, dirty alley, awaiting the right moment to enter O Conn's hiding place: a decrepit looking house a bit further down the street. A faint light was visible on the second floor and it was on that particular floor that they would apprehend the wench who had been free for far too long.
After Harry's urgent message, however, the blond very much doubted they would find the serial killer in that house.
They had been deceived.
And if they didn't hurry, Harry would become her tenth victim.
"I need to go home now!" Draco snapped; his breath escaping him in white clouds. "O Conn is after Harry!"
"I'm coming with you," Weasley spoke grimly, rising up from his huddled position.
Abigail looked far too pale to be considered healthy, but her voice was steady when she spoke, "I'll inform Shacklebolt; we'll follow you soon."
At least they knew better than to argue with him now.
They wasted no time Apparating to Draco's house. As soon as he landed on the sidewalk, he could feel that a part of the wards had been lowered – not violently, but in a way that only the ward specialist would be able to do. How was that possible?
Wand firmly clutched in his hand, he warily approached his house, Weasley following right behind him.
Curses lying on the tip of his tongue, ready to be unleashed at the first sign of danger, he slowly opened the front door and after a short moment of waiting and hearing nothing but silence, he entered the hallway. He couldn't stop the hiss from escaping between his teeth. There had definitely been a fight in this place. Several scorch marks decorated the walls; two paintings laid broken on the floor; half of the carpet was gone thanks to some kind of fire spell and several tiles were broken.
Keeping his senses wide open, Draco bit his lip when he couldn't trace Harry's signature – nor that of the killer. Where were they?
After quickly checking the rest of the rooms downstairs they made their way up to the first floor, careful but still hasty. The first floor showed no signs of struggle and they quickly made their way up to the second floor. This floor was safe as well and remembering Harry's message, Draco ran to their bedroom, zeroing in on his big closet.
"Teddy?" he called out worriedly and opened the closet door harshly.
There, hidden behind his formal dress robes, Teddy was hunched down; his arms clenched around his knees, hugging himself; his face a blotchy red with tears. The young boy raised his head as soon as he heard the door open and he practically launched himself at the blond, hysterically sobbing.
Draco was forced to sit down to accommodate the sudden weight and he hugged Teddy tightly, pressing a kiss against his head. "Thank Merlin you're safe," he muttered and closed his eyes for a few seconds. "You did good, Teddy. I'm glad you stayed here."
"Un-uncle Harry w-went to – to fi-fight wi-with the ba-bad per-person," Teddy brought out in a stutter, his fists clenched in Draco's robes.
His heart seemed to stop for a few seconds and Draco took a shuddering breath, hearing Weasley softly curse. Of course Harry had gone to fight with O Conn. He wouldn't have risked her getting close to Teddy. But in protecting his godson, he had landed himself in great danger.
"Did you hear what happened?" Draco asked urgently and pushed Teddy back a little, so that he could look in his eyes.
"Th-there were a – a lot of cu-curses," Teddy stammered and his entire body shook. "Th-then th-they st-stopped a-and I – I think I h-heard the do-door open."
"She took him away, but to where?" Weasley muttered. "It can't be her hiding place."
"I put a Tracking charm on his present," Draco murmured and bit his lip. "Teddy, did Harry wear his bracelet today?"
"The-the one you gave a-as a pr-present?" Teddy asked with a quivering lower lip. "Ye-yes, he w-was wearing it."
"Then we'll be able to find out where he was taken, but we need to be quick," Draco spoke harshly and stood up, but Teddy continued to cling to his robes. "Teddy, I'm going to search Harry, but I need you to …"
"I – I don't want t-to be alone!" Teddy looked at him pleadingly; panic still splattered across his face.
"What on earth is going on here?"
Both men whipped their heads around. Granger and Lovegood were standing in the doorway: Lovegood with her serene smile and Granger with a heavy frown on her face.
"The fire spirit told me Harry needed me," Lovegood informed them solemnly. She tugged at Granger's sleeve. "The air spirit said it was best to bring her along."
Any other moment and Draco would seriously be questioning Lovegood's sanity, but now he was beyond glad to see her. Who cared how she knew that Harry was in danger? All that mattered was that she could help Harry if there was a need to – and Draco desperately hoped that they wouldn't end up needing her help.
"Too long to explain now, but O Conn has taken Harry with her and Weasley and I are going after her," Draco told Granger hastily and shoved Teddy towards her. "Please take care of Teddy while we're gone."
For once Granger seemed to realise that demanding more information would be a very bad thing and she only nodded grimly, worry lurking in her deep brown eyes while she pulled Teddy towards her. "Come on, Teddy, let's go make chocolate milk," she said in a forced cheery tone.
"Lovegood, you're coming with us," Draco snapped and marched out of the bedroom, hearing the other two following him closely. His arms trembled slightly and his legs seemed to consist out of jelly, but he forced himself to go on. There was no way in hell he was going to let that bitch take Harry and their son away from him. She better hoped that she hadn't harmed his lover – because if she did, she would wish that she had landed in Azkaban with the Dementors.
Eyes hardened in rage, he held out his arms as soon as they were outside the wards. "Grab my arm; I'll be able to Apparate us to the place where she took him," he ordered his two companions and silently they took a hold of his arms.
Concentrating on the thread of his magic that connected him to Harry's bracelet, he let his magic Apparate them to the place where O Conn had taken Harry.

They landed in front of an old cottage, surrounded by large trees. They seemed to be somewhere in the middle of a forest, but Draco didn't spare his surroundings another glance. While Weasley sent a Patronus to Shacklebolt to inform them of their location, Draco was already marching up to the house and before either of the two could stop him, he blasted the door in several pieces.
"Well, so far the whole sneaking up plan," Weasley muttered with a sigh, but shut up once Draco turned a murderous glare on him.
Fuck sneaking up; that witch should be glad if he didn't kill her on sight.
A blood curling, too familiar to set him at ease scream resounded through the cottage and Draco stormed inside, up the rickety staircase; rage coursing through his body like lava.
Only one closed room had light shining through the crack of the door and Draco barged inside, his wand already pointed in front of him. He came to an abrupt halt when his brain translated the sight in front of him.
O Conn had turned her head towards him with a look of rage on her face; her blonde curls dancing wildly around her face. Blood was splattered across her dark blue dress and various cuts on her arms and legs oozed blood.
It was Harry who grabbed his attention immediately. His husband, the man he had sworn to protect, was curled up on the floor; remnants of rope wrapped around his red chafed wrists, drops of blood dirtying his cheeks – his hands steadily becoming redder and redder while he tried to cover the deep gash in his stomach.
"No, no, no, th-this can't be happening," Harry moaned brokenly; his panic filled, green eyes staring at his stomach. "Yo-you can-can't die, no-not now. Please!"
Draco had been too late. O Conn had managed to stab him. Which meant that …
Pure, hot rage blinded his vision and he was barely aware of the Dark Curses that slipped out of his mouth, all aimed at one person and one person only: O Conn. The one who was responsible for killing their son.
Vaguely he heard Weasley shouting at him, trying to stop him, but he just shook him off roughly and casted the Dancing Bone curse next. O Conn managed to evade that one, but she wasn't quick enough to avoid the Severing curse, which seared neatly through her wrist, cutting off her hand, which fell on the dusty floor with a soft 'thump'.
She let out a raged scream and fired back a curse that had a dark green colour. Without blinking Draco called up a strong shield and moved behind it, already firing off the Nerve Ignite curse.
She needed to die. She needed to suffer for what she had done to them.
One of her curses managed to catch his hand and even through the burning pain of the burn wound, he kept firing off curses, using ones he had sworn so many years ago to never use again. This was no time to play around. If he had to use those Dark curses to make her suffer, he would.
Two rapidly fired curses caused the muscles in her legs to give out, paralysed by the curses. She raised her wand to spit out a curse, but one Bone Breaking curse caused her to drop her wand with a shout and Draco summoned it to him. Holding her murderous gaze, he calmly snapped her wand, throwing the pieces behind him. Slowly he approached her, resembling a panther in the wild, and her gaze turned from murderous defiant to fearful; obviously she had seen something in his gaze that made her realise that she had picked out the wrong person to fuck over.
"Malfoy, don't fucking do it!" Weasley raged, trying to work his way around the tangle of ropes that had bound him to the wall. "She needs to be put in Azkaban; she needs to pay for her crimes!"
"I am letting her pay for her crimes," Draco responded blankly, coming to a stop two feet away from her. "I think this is a more sufficient way to make her pay."
"You really don't want to do this, Malfoy! You're risking your career here – hell, you're risking being thrown in Azkaban for torture and possibly even murder! Do you really want her to win by getting your arse thrown in prison? She isn't worth a stay in that place, Malfoy, you know that!" Weasley snapped.
"I'll gladly spend time in prison if that means I can make her pay," Draco murmured, tapping his wand against his wrist. He cocked his head, trying to decide which curse he would use next.
An odd sound broke the tense silence in the room and Draco stiffened. He was hearing things, right? That couldn't be …
Lovegood's voice drifted over to him. "Draco? Do you want to hold your son? He wants to see his papa."
Stiffly, not daring to believe his ears, he turned around. There was Luna, kneeling next to Harry, with her hands over his cut open stomach; her hands emitted a gentle glow and even from his position, Draco could see how the skin was slowly knitting together, forming new cells to cover the cut.
Harry was leaning against the wall, his eyes drooping in exhaustion – with their crying baby clutched against his chest.
"Wh-what?" Draco whispered and stumbled towards them. This couldn't be really happening. He had seen the cut – their baby would have been killed by it. So how …
"Your baby is just as lucky as his daddy." Lovegood beamed up at him. "He's a fighter, your son. You can be proud of him."
"Harry?" Draco whispered, falling down on his knees next to his lover. Hesitatingly he reached out with his hand, not quite daring to touch Harry, for fear that this was just a dream. An illusion.
A weak, but relieved smile bloomed open on Harry's face. "He's alive, Draco," Harry murmured and tears dripped over his cheeks. "Luna got him out on time. He's still alive. He isn't … She didn't …"
"Oh Merlin," Draco breathed out and with his hurt, but clean hand, he softly caressed his son's cheek, making the baby grumble in protest.
Their son was still alive. Against all odds, he had managed to survive the attack. Harry and their son had done what none of the other men had been able to do: they survived.
Their kiss had never felt so sweet before.

AN2: For some reason I seem incapable of writing a decent fighting scene *grimaces* So what do you think of it? A lot of you came very close to the killer :) Next chapter will be the last one and will explain the reasons why she killed those men.
Please let me know what you thought about it in a review! Should you spot any mistakes, please point them out to me.
See you all in the next - and last - chapter!
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